Tuesday, February 2, 2016

The Mountaintop, Cleveland Play House

SPOILER
ALERT: DO NOT READ THIS REVIEW IF YOU PLAN ON SEEING THIS PRODUCTION. THERE IS
A BIG SURPRISE IN THE SHOW THAT WILL BE REVEALED IN THIS REVIEW.

It
is common practice for critics not to spoil surprises that occur in plays or
movies, so that audiences can experience them fresh. Usually we skate around
that big shocker that’s sweating and heaving in the middle of a show,
referencing it in hushed tones and oblique asides.

Well,
after a couple days of reflection, I say to hell with that. I want to reveal
the surprise in The Mountaintop
because I find it particularly disturbing. So if you want to preserve the
mystery, you can bail out now.

If
you’re still reading, here’s the deal. This is a play that takes place the
night before Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. is going to be assassinated. Set in
his room at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, King is spending a late night hour
or so talking with Camae, a maid who brought him coffee and the next day’s
newspaper.

Playwright
Katori Hall has happened upon a conceit that is quite compelling, since we know
the character named King has only a few more hours to live. So we hang on his
every word. But this King has just come back from his speech that evening in
which he virtually predicted his own imminent death (“I’ve seen the promised
land. I may not get there with you.”) But he is feeling frisky back at the
hotel.

We
see King flirt, chain smoke and sip whiskey with Camae as the feisty maid talks candidly with the civil
rights icon, dropping f-bombs here and there and then apologizing. All this
gives us a view of a King who is flawed and human. And up to that point, about
halfway through the one-act show, it’s mildly interesting.

But
then the tables are turned when the big surprise is revealed: Camae isn’t a
maid, she’s actually an angel of death, come down to usher King into heaven.
She’s the flip side of Clarence, the Angel 2nd Class in It’s a Wonderful Life, offering an
untimely demise instead of a second chance at happiness.

So
that means that, in this telling, the assassin James Earl Ray wasn’t just a
contemptible, retrograde racist and criminal, he was an agent of the Lord,
doing God’s work here on Earth. And to double down on that idea, Camae informs
us that God is actually a black woman. Camae even rings Her up on the motel
phone so that King can plead for his life, which he does for a couple minutes.
But She eventually hangs up on him.

After
the initial giddy rush of adrenaline you feel in the presence of such a
surprise, even a clumsy one such as this, other less pleasant thoughts start to creep in. If
Camae was there to prepare King for death, why did she pretend to be a maid for
so long? Just for kicks? Seems a bit perverse, conning a man whom you know is
doomed. Maybe things are boring up there in heaven.

Ms.
Hall is an African-American playwright who, in this piece, actually creates a
scenario that white supremacists would love: Hey, don’t blame us, God made us
do it. Of course, Hall isn’t seeing it from that perspective. She wants us to
view Dr. King’s murder as something more than a carefully planned homicide,
wrapping it up in cheesy martyrdom and then glossing it at the end with a flash-cut
montage of events that happened after King’s death (including the O.J. Simpson
trial!), drawing facile and mostly nonsensical connections to King’s heritage.

Setting
that issue aside, which isn’t easy, the performers do a fine job. Ro Boddie is
nicely understated as King, not trying to capture the original’s stentorian
speaking style. And Angel (yes, that’s her name) Moore is sharp and amusing as
Camae. Director Carl Cofield does what he can with a script that leaps from the
mundane to science fiction in one fell swoop.

The
production is beset with a couple big theatrical effects that appear to be
called for in the script, including a pillow fight between the two characters
that looses a torrent of feathers from above. Unfortunately, even with all the
technical frou-frou at the end, The
Mountaintop is shallow and manipulative, overreaching to make us consider
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. a saint. He was simply a remarkably gifted man who
fought fearlessly and eloquently for human rights. And that should be enough.

The
Mountaintop

Through
February 14 at the Cleveland Play House, 1407 Euclid Avenue, 216-241-6000.

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About Me

is an award-winning theater critic, having been named Best Critic in Ohio by both the Press Club of Cleveland and the Society of Professional Journalists. She is currently the theater critic for Cleveland Scene. She has also reviewed plays for The Plain Dealer, Cleveland Free Times and City Pages in Minneapolis, MN. Christine acted and directed locally, primarily at Dobama Theatre, from 1969-1984.